Phoenix Maplewood li pale [m]

it was indeed what mireille needed, this shift inside herself.
what was it to be woman?
she felt she did not know. now she knew the physical act between men and women, by turns brutish and touching.
their eyes met, and mireille felt the distinct sensation of being seen. not observed or scrutinized, not judged or mistaken.
only seen.
she turned her paw until it rested atop that of totoro, then slid her touch slowly up the nimble foreleg. mireille wanted to speak but she felt that the conversation between their gazes was enough, understanding without the flagrant posture of man or the reserved quietude of a woman.
want, curiosity; no hesitation. not this time.
she let her eyes form the communion.